There's a certain magic that unfolds when you hold a warm cup of tea, especially when it’s from the misty slopes of Darjeeling. It’s more than just a drink; it feels like a heartfelt conversation with the mountains themselves. For many of us in India, a
Imagine this: a gentle mist rolling down the majestic Himalayas, the air crisp and clean, and in your hands, a warm cup of tea. With the very first sip, you’re not just tasting a beverage; you're experiencing a story—a legacy that has travelled through time from
I still remember the scent. The soft pitter-patter of monsoon rain outside, a cool breeze wafting through the veranda, and my grandmother carefully brewing a pot of tea. It wasn’t just any chai; it was her special Darjeeling tea. The aroma that filled our home was delicate, almost like
There’s a certain magic in the first cup of tea of the day, isn’t there? As the warm steam rises, it feels like a quiet conversation with an old friend. For most of us in India, chai is a simple, comforting ritual. But sometimes, you come across a
